I didn't know what to say to her - I was caught in a love triangle with one dead side.

Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.

Amsterdam is like the rings of a tree: It gets older as you get closer to the center.

I feel like crying, so I must be crying, but it's impossible to tell because I'm underwater.

...And in freedom, most people find sin.

So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.

A taste so profound and complex that it can't even be compared to other tastes, only to emotions. Cheesy waffles, I was thinking, tastes like love without the fear of love's dissolution.

My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.

The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.

All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm.

I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.

Being told you are wrong or insulted, gives you an opportunity to practice decency and having a non-response internally.

He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience.

You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

Only people who are well off can be - complex.

It is through accomplishment that man makes his contribution and contribution is life's greatest reward.

To be individually righteous is the first of all duties, come what may to ones self, to one's country, to society, and to civilization itself.

Giving appreciations, praise, and gratitudes feels good and puts good vibes in the environment.

Elections should be about making the people a part of the development journey. That is when India will move ahead.

To be a part of a show that makes that not feel demanding and makes it feel natural and makes you want to go to work, every day, and be excited about it, from what I hear, that's pretty rare.

Oh we will all fry together when we fry. We'll be french fried potatoes by and by. There will be no more misery When the world is our rotisserie, Yes, we will all fry together when we fry.